After-Kiss Care, o Muse

Sting my nipples with the praise
Your bold touch alone provides & my lips
With the wet Fire of Your lowered
Girdle of intimate Lady flesh

Lay me o’er Your wide lap then, yea
My pained sunnysides nakedly exposed,
For surely You would reduce me to
Whimpering ecstasies of gratitude

You would take & give with relentless
Vigor as none other ever could & oh how
I would savor Your Spring, down-pressed,
& graze tirelessly each hip in turn

The broad descending spell of Your loins
The tender & heavy strength of each inner thigh
I would strive to give You every delight in every
Crease & every curve of Your eversome beauty, yea

& strive as well to be openly willing & enduring,
Wisely unafraid & wholly devoted & oh yes to
Feel Your kiss tautly & wetly nippling my chest
Yea, & Your other lips, dripping their honeys down

Upon my tongue, which tongue would then bury itself
In Our exhausted embracing’s delicious aftermath
Against Your own, for the duration fair,

Dancing together the both of them, for All and E’er